I'm a bit iffy on the shadow demons because of how unstoppable they are. But I mean you can get a lot of leverage in a political game with a character who can somewhat see the future and can beguile people with illusions and glamour. Maybe some minor pyromancy if you really want a showy power.
I was kidding lol. But I'll add the Human lighter feature. Seems cool. Even if the flames will be small and not very good other than burning hair and tunics.
@AtomicNut It's up to you, big of a house as the Florents are, they're bound to be bastards. And Maegi are well blood mages. They work in secret because what they do is basically forbidden. If the Crown found out one was operating openly, and for a noble house no less, it'd mean a lot of trouble. At the very least, they'd be under a lot of scrutiny.
As for the Breath of Life, that seems to be a power reserved for very few Red Priests, and the implication is that one only accesses the ability at the lowest moment of despair for the priest in question. But some clairvoyant powers and glamours are fine within reason.
@kingkonrad What ideas did you have for other characters?
@AtomicNut It's looking good so far, but I would like more fleshed out bios so far. For the Red Priestess, I'd like a more concrete breakdown of what kind of powers she has, because not all Red Priests have the same abilities or even any at all.
And in our continuity Shireen was burnt.
I was very tired to finish. Also burnt as dead or just disfigured?
Recent History: Split between several sides of the war, and being unfortunate enought to support the wrong king during the tide of the war, House Florent was left in tatters and humilliated, as even Brightwater Keep had been granted to the Tyrell. However, in the brink of sheer dissolution, Brightwater Keep was rightfully returned to their owners, after the two long wars. The late lord Alekyne Florent managed, at the cost of his lifespan and premature aging, bring together the different quarreling factions within the house, and entrust it to his son, Alester Florent (named because of his grandfather). The house of Florent has seemingly crawled back to a position of power, but still the ravages of war are present in their numbers, a mix between R'hllor worshippers, traditionalists who do not want to let go of their grudges, Targayen supporters and those who want to turn a new leaf and even bury their grudges with the Tyrells. The house now boasts a reputation for hosting former war refugees and even outcast magic users as well as former Stannis supporters.
Family Members:
-Lord Alester Florent the Younger(20), ummarried -His sister, Lady Irise Florent(10)
-His kinsman Lady Mella Florent(26), priestess of R'hllor
-His kinsman Ser Colin Florent "Old Colin", former Castellan of Brightwater -his son Ser Merrell Florent, current Castellan of Brightwater
Name: Alester Florent "the Younger" Aka "Les" Age:20 Appearance: Alester is a lanky man, with the characteristic ears of the Florents, and rather unimposing facial features. He cannot grow a beard, and he has prominent bushy eyebrows. His hair is dirt brown, and he usually keeps it short but unruly. His facial structure is rather thin. He does have some sort of pale blue eyes and a pronounced squint. He usually dresses rather well, and he wears a winter fox's pelt draped on his shoulders. He owns a rather functional plate with plain features save a prominent Florent coat-of-arms on the chestplate.
Role: Lord of Brightwater.
Equipment: A satchel with his diary and writing materials, his trusty full plate, a well made sword with a fox head in the pommel, a well crafted Oaken shield and the Valyrian Dagger Knightslayer
Skills: Alester was born with the curse of overflowing talent when he should have been mediocre so that his rule doing the impossible would have been short. A gifted polymath, in another day or era he would have become a mighty Hand of the King or King himself, but in the current form, every ounce of his talents is drained to keep House Florent together. A genius with the sword, but surpassed by those with less obligations and better trained, and a veritable scholar, but without the almost endless repository of knowledges of Maesters. Alester does know how administer his power and finances, as well as being a shrewd tactician. But above all of them, Alester knows how to hide his talents well, and exploit his inherent lack of charisma to let others think they're leading him. He is also hopeless when it comes to poetry and courting ladies, aswell.
Biography: Alester, the only born children of Alekyne Florent (as his father was too busy trying to herd the bickering foxes), was put under strain even from an early age as a desperate attempt to make him the glue that bound the entire house together. His childhood wasn't even such, and he was constantly lectured and instructed. He nevertheless never bickered, nor lashed out once, for he was a perceptive child, and he was fully aware on how truly dangerous the house could become should he mistepped even once. The young Alester learnt to shut in his true intentions and emotions from an early age, only showing his true nature in front of his parents or the few servants he trusted. Dismissed as a weak and meek heir by many, few were too also those who paid heed to the young fox strutting around the keep, immersing himself in books in the library or watching the house men-at-arms and trying to emulate them.
Encumbered by the burden of duty, young Alester always wished to be an errant knight, having to answer no one and having no one at his charge, and on his tenth birthday, spurred by the jealousy he felt towards his newborn sister Iris, he plotted escaping the keep to live adventures in the Seven Kingdoms. And thus one day, he escaped the keep, by disguising himself as smallfolk servant. Of course, this kind of behaviour became more difficult in the long run, as he not only had to evade the men his father had sent to retrieve him, but also pretend to be a commoner. He was bound to fail eventually, and he did, after two days he was returned to the keep, and scolded. His father was furious at the betrayal, and unable to cope with the pressure, he eventually pleaded to his knees for the young man not to fail to become the cornerstone of the house. Seeing such a hardworking man crumble before his eyes shook Alester, and he understood how grave his duty was, and how he would have to face it rather than wishfully thinking in evading responsabilities. He would also never feel jealousy of his sister again, and understood his duties towards her.
However, at the same time, his short experience with the smallfolk removed a cloth of innocence before his eyes. Seeing how in the end, they were not so different, just perhaps uneducated an on the other side of the balance of power made Alester be fond of treating his servants well, and try to treat everyone with courtesy and attention, irrespectively of their station. This had the side effect of etiquette eventually loosening, and servants and other people in the keep casually calling him "Les". He however would never allow to be called Les by people whom he had any sort of reservation and disrespect. Likewise, he would always spare a smile towards his sister, not matter how tired he was.
On his fifteen birthday, Alester learned he would have yet another sibling soon. But that never came to pass, as the baby was born dead upon delivery, and his mother perished aswell. Alester was devastated, but not as much as his father, who started to shut himself in, and sooner than later, the young man had to resort to become a lord in all but in name as he tried to cover from his father's declining will to live and health, taking to himself the burden to educate Irise aswell. He also had to decline things like marriage proposals, knowing full well he would never be able to dedicate as much time as he did so. He also started to attend social gatherings as a his duty, and he also tried to appear compliant with the Tyrell rule. He however, secretly resented the fact that he and his talents were chained by his duties all the while people like Ellion Tyrell could get all the adventures and women he wanted.
But the world was never fair, and he could never put his own selfish desires to that of House Florent. Swallowing that fact, however made him cynical and bitter in the inside, and robbed that of his sleep. He became more and more insomniac and manic, training like possessed and devouring books like if there were no tomorrow, as a way to quell the rage that built inside him. Bitterly, he finally understood what was killing his father, and he would probably one day suffer the same fate.
Alester's role became more evident when Alekyne, prematurely aged due to the strain died just before Aemon's wedding, and the entire House had to make haste to proclaim the new lord and bury the old one. Alester recalled that there were more power hungry stares than actual tearful faces in his father's funeral.
Name: Irise Florent Age:10 Appearance: Irise is an average heighted, rosy-cheeked kid. The Florent genes were gently with her, and hear ears are not overly big. She posseses a birthmark under the right eye. She has the same pale blue eyes as her brother, but luscious dark hair that forms natural curls and locks in her head. She usually dresses rather modest in single piece dresses, but she wears flower-shaped earrings. Role: Possible Handmaiden Equipment: Irise carries her own mother's wedding ring in a chain around her neck.
Skills: Irise is rather perceptive for her age, and also rather outward and well spirited. She also is kind with her caretakers, and just loves hearing to stories. She also likes to bake cookies, but she keeps this as a secret as it is not very ladylike.
Biography: Irise was born as the second child of Alekyne Florent. Unlike her brother, she was allowed a degree of roaming free around the house. Always a curious child, she would keep asking for the welfare of both nobles and servants, and asking them to tell stories. Faction or creed, it didn't matter to her, she would still listen. Still, she was not as naive to be oblivious to the strained ambience in the house, and she would always try to get a laugh out of her brother or father.
Irise's mood did not falter even when her mother died and her father started a depression, and she just swallowed her tears and begun to put a mask of normalcy in order to cheer other's spirits. She redoubled her efforts when her father died, wondering what would happen next.
Name: Mella Florent Age:26 Appearance: Mella, surprisingly does not resemble much a Florent at all, and her father, Axell Florent, even less. A woman of rather elegant features and tall, her chest is rather small and modest, but she has rather pronounced hips and well-shaped legs, which she doesn't hesitates to show off with her dresses. She has a oval face with high cheekbones, and full lips. Her eyebrows are rather fine, and her nose small. She does possess, however, the large ears typical of all Florents, whose tips poke out of a well groomed hair of the color of chestnut. Her bangs often cover one of her haunting green eyes at times. Mella dresses in red robes, like all priests of R'hllor, but she has a touch of elegance in the form of white fox fur in the sleeves, as well as a belt made with fox tails. She also wears exquisite red gloves underneath the sleeves. Her skirts are often parted to show her legs. Role: Representative of the R'Hllor Faction, Headache of Alester. Equipment: Mella carries several books with rites, as well as a small ornate brazier to perform divinations and other sorceries. Skills: Mella was born as a noblewoman, but she embraced the faith of the Lord of Light like her mother from a young age. Mella is rather persuasive and charismatic, and does have her fair share of forethought (although she is often too haughty to display much wisdom). She has an encyclopedic memory, and knows the various rites of the Fire Priests, which allow her to perform the magical feats her faith is known for. She is able to use the fire to perform clairvoyant feats, entice people with glamorous illusions, and even conjure small flames.
Biography: Axell's parting shot even before he left this world by choking on a chicken bone could have not gotten any better even if he planned it. Taking a priestess of R'hllor as spouse and then abandoning this world, he ensured the orphaned child, Mella, to be both a legitimate member of Florent as well as a faithfully indoctrinated priestess. Her mother wasted no time in filling the easily impressed brat that she had a special lineage and that her father had become a Hand of the Queen (even if self appointed) as well as resenting that it was Alekyne the one taking the reins of the house, for he appeared meek and pliable. Thus, young Mella never had a good disposition towards her elder cousin and would incense the faction of her brothers and sisters of faith with outrageous comments.
Alekyne wished to punish her, but being close kin, he was all but powerless. Meanwhile, Mella had taken a liking to the R'hllor faith, very much like her own mother, and began to take the path of a priestess even at an early age. However, Alekyne did get a small victory, when he managed to make her change his newborn son's diapers and act as her nanny as a creative punishment. Having to do the role of a servant managed to curb the haughtiness of the young kid, but would eventually bite Alekyne in the back as Mella would then use this event as leverage to get things granted by Alester much later on.
Mella blossomed spectaculary as a teenager, becoming one of the fairest people of the Keep. This empowered her and made her feel like the mouthpiece of R'hlllor in the frequent gatherings. Few if any dared to rebuke that fact, she truly had a sweet way with words and an intoxicating charisma. However, she soon found that while charismatic, this did not make her the actual ruler of the keep.
It was just a phrase spoken out of place, on the death of her cousin, Lord Alekyne. Even though she was half distraught herself. Alester simply seemed to rebuke the comment, but then grabbed the priestess by the neck, and squeezed the air out of her throat, words whispered like daggers. He had no intention to become a kinslayer nor let the blood flow, but she had better wisen up or else, he claimed to say as he tossed her to the ground, adjusting his clothes. Mella, even though she had been overcome by fear saw a chink in the armor.
A chink she could exploit, and perhaps make Alester a great follower of R'hllor by igniting all his rage inside towards the heathens of the kingdoms...
@AtomicNut that sounds entirely accurate and plausible. I really want more of ancient beings who aren't gods, bribing gods with modern inventions. Like if a god's favorite sacrifice were goddamn starburst candies or something equally ridiculous.
Hera isn't getting any either. She (potentially) covered her property in bird poo with all those peacocks running around (if she didn't heed better advice).
Thessalonikki was as expected...rather uninteresting. After a short trip back into civilization, the once Witch of the Odyssey was staring at an empty cup of Italian Gelatto, spoon still lingering in her mouth. "Well, there's something those Latin barbarians got right, already." She muttered under her breath, as the last drops of the concoction slipped down their mouth. "Better keep my mouth shut with this one. The last thing I need to do is show them the american drink of the gods is better than their nectar."
"Shall I order another chocolate ice cream, miss?" added Alexios, still sorting out the plans in his telephonic device. Those things were eldritch and scary sometimes. Not only you could talk distance, you could get better navigation than any kind of map with them. She thought for a while, playing with her spoon making clanking sounds in the cup, as she gave a sideway glancing at the sunny weather that had appeared once they had gotten away from Olympus.
Can't you just give us a break, o father? We're practically melting now. She thought to herself.
"Well, miss Cere. It will still be more or less six hours." Her attendant said. Circe scoffed slightly, as she looked at her watch. Couldn't she just do something else? She eyed the port. Maybe a sea god could help. She reeked at the thought. Poseidon... well, he had never liked Odysseus that much, because of what happened in Troy. And he had a long memory and a short fuse. Not a good combination. Ah, if she had only her father's chariot, rising from the ocean and going to bathe in it every time...
Ocean. Oceanus. Of course! That grumpy ol' Oceanus could probably help. But how to get him involved in anything, given that he had never taken part in any conflict and never went to Olympus like his offspring. What kind of sacrifice would satisfy an outcast god? He doubt he cared about her being her great niece via Helios...
Her gaze rested once again in the empty icecream. Txocolatl. Maybe it could do the trick. And if not, bribing his tons and tons of daughters with it might work.
"Actually, belay that. Ask for every single chocolate ice cream in the store."
"Huh...what?" Her assistant said puzzled.
"What you heard."
He did obey, and in no time they were hauling a massive catch of exquisite frozen treats, heading towards the harbor...
"Miss Cere, what are we going to do with all of this?" The driver seemed more and more confused.
"Just dump it into the water." Cirene Cere added, as she began to chant in an obscure ancient language. A prayer to Oceanus, the lord of the Depths, father of all Rivers and Seas, for quick passage.
"Huh" The driver added sheepishly as he unceremonously dumped the cargo, much to the chagrin of fishermen.
"See you in Athens, then." Circe smiled, as she jumped afterwards in an elegant jump and splash. She never came to surface, much to her flabbergasted employee who then rummaged for the fastest way to Athens.
-Port of Athens-
Circe smirked as she pulled herself out of the waters, waving a hand at the sea she had just left. Well, that had gone better than expected. The old god was more than grateful for the ice cream. At least he had shut up half a dozen of quarrels among his family with the treats. He still told her to be on her way before Poseidon came demanding the new treat, in his own grumpy way.
She eyed herself, dripping water from all places of her body. Well, that could be fixed. She murmured a little chant to her father for help, and in a matter of minutes, she was dry once again. Now, where was that real estate agency?
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